Sing me a sweet little song,
So I may run along in the grasslands.
Play a banjo, so I may tango on the web I’ve been stringed upon.
I want it to be tasteful, pacing myself to watch the corners of life as my peers zoom to the ending.
Cause I rather count the days than years so I may witness it all.
I want to see the bees land on their runways and birds chirp on Sundays.
Days turn to nights and roosters and owls preach of their good mornings.
Walking on the path with no intention of getting to anything.
I’m committed to forever cause there’s no reminiscing in the end.
Everyday I’m one because the clock resets and time begins.